It’s my comfy constant.

On the weekends or days when we’re both working from home, my husband and I often sit down in the afternoon and have a coffee. It’s a little daily ritual that I look forward to, but up until recently I didn’t have a name for it. Then one day, while waiting with my kids at a doctor’s appointment, I picked up a magazine to read and pass the time and discovered a small mention of something called “fika” in a local coffee shop ad.